TWO YEARS AGO, A CRIMINAL ORGANIZATION GOING BY THE NAME TEAM IMUM WRECKED CHAOS ACROSS THE LAND, DAMAGING CITIES AND KILLING THOUSANDS OF CITIZENS. While Imum itself has long since been disbanded, however, the region remains broken: entire towns have been laid to waste and the Association struggles to find homes for those who were lucky enough to survive the attempted genocide. Reconstruction trudges on as usual... but with three factions - the Association, the corporations, and the people - each wishing to take the rebuilding of an entire region down opposite paths, how long will it be before Lyeant's last leg gives out permanently?
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Post by WULFRAM FRITZERIKE on Apr 18, 2018 0:42:33 GMT -6
[attr="class","darkheart"]
in the heart of the darkness,
you can feel your body shake, fear like a phantom waits.
[attr="class","dh"]The abrupt politeness of his was not meant to be a front, as Wulfram tended to be cordial under most circumstances so as to not cause upset. But he would admit it probably felt a bit contrasted and fake this time, if in part because he had been caught off-guard by Diana and lost his bearings. The blond's consistent smirking throughout all this wasn't helping to make him look very reputable, either, but luckily, and almost predictably of him, upkeeping the now-awkward pleasantries would be no further requirement.
"My mistake," He nearly apologized again, but thought better to hold his tongue instead. The guard probably wouldn't care for it, either. He seemed to be distracted by something anyhow, while his own attention was half-fixated on the questionably patient fire pokemon waiting a mere few feet away for something more. It was as if her eyes bored eagerly into his unnerved soul, waiting for another chance to "play" with him. In all honesty, he wouldn't mind it one bit, just, only when he was actually prepared. In hindsight, he was glad that Schafer wasn't out of his pokeball this time, else the diligent ninetales might have picked a fight in his quick defense.
Relieved that their little misunderstanding was finally done and cleared, Wulfram simply nodded in acknowledgement. "Makes sense," He replied cautiously, hiding what mild discomfort he had as his company appeared to give him a visual once-over. "For.. you to take on a night job then, I mean." His reasons may have been completely different, but the feeling of being so scrutinized was all too familiar to him, and he masked his goosebumps with a small shiver from the "cold." It made his feet want to take him far away from there, but the option wasn't present. The notion was laughable, really. How was he supposed to perform if he couldn't handle the spotlight?
Hastily, he struck his paranoia down. Yoruki couldn't be that terrible, considering he had such a cheery pokemon. Besides, if he really did have bad intentions, he wouldn't be offering to lead him to a place of some authority, or so logic dictated. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt," The silver-haired male finally conceded, not having the energy to protest or think of an excuse to flee, "beats going back home so soon after leaving." His head was decidedly set on avoiding the necessity for changing clothes or anything of the sort, though; he'd rather not have his wings be discovered by a stranger—or his scars, for that matter. Too many questions would arise for which he had no intention to answer.
"I'll be fine, though. It's just a bit of water." Silently wincing at the mental image of his physician reeling at the words and screeching that he would end up getting sick again (probably true, but he was willing to risk it). Making sure to steer clear of the happy arcanine's path, the togekiss trudged in suit. "Besides, your friend seems to have gotten the greater half of it all." Compared to her, he could barely see the fiery black and orange of her fur or mane anymore.
[attr="class","dhh"]you can almost see the light, and then it's gone
Post by WULFRAM FRITZERIKE on Apr 10, 2018 17:26:51 GMT -6
[attr="class","darkheart"]
in the heart of the darkness,
you can feel your body shake, fear like a phantom waits.
[attr="class","dh"]The question had been completely rhetorical, leaving Wulfram unable to help but stare at the other with a raised brow and almost incredulous look at being given an obvious answer he was better off not hearing out loud. And from the lips of a complete stranger. "Gee, thanks," His voice was flat, unfeeling, even more put off by the apparent amusement to be had from all this. Blond hair, blue eyes, likely younger than him by some years, though it was difficult to tell in the dark (as well as this day and age), he was beginning to peg this person as some sort of mischief-making delinquent.
"Wonder why that might be." Sighing under his breath, the musician brushed dampened strands of hair from his face, officially registering the discomforting chill of muddy water plastering to his clothes. Anyone would look weak if they got floored by a dog twice (or more) their size. But surprisingly, he didn't appear to be upset about it, whether over the fact that his clothes were now a mess, or that it was the arcanine's doing. Rather, he donned only a look of tired acceptance, as if silently saying, "whatever," or "it's no big deal."
The whimsical dismissal changed when his questionable attacker mentioned something about being a guard, and Wulfram mentally reeled back in appall upon the word sinking in. "Oh," An awkward silence followed as he looked away, presumably in reflection. "... Apologies, sir." He wasn't sure he could fully believe the blond, but he learned the hard way that it was better to trust (see: comply with) the whims of people until he found appropriate reason not to. Besides, it did explain why the large arcanine jumped on him—he probably was a suspicious individual for what it was worth. A deadpanned, pale blue stare fell upon the equally mud-slathered fire pokemon and the happy-go-lucky air she exuded.
On second thought, he suddenly felt certain that wasn't the reason at all.
Rubbing the back of his neck, an outstretched hand came into view, causing the silver-haired gijinka to look up, mildly confused, but not so much that he would continue a streak of impoliteness. "Yeah... much appreciated." Gingerly accepting the assistance, he slowly rose back to his feet, a quick self-evaluation revealing all was still right in the world, save for the hit to his stamina. Not like that was going to be used for much, anyways.
"Er, Wulfram." Holding on to Yoruki's grip for a second longer, he gave a shake and returned the favor out of courtesy, this time meeting eyes before he would let go and squeeze what water he could from the fabrics he wore. "Is it so wrong for a man to spend time beneath the stars now?" Up until a year or two ago, he didn't even have the luxury, and while the question wasn't meant to be vocal, but he said it nonetheless, shaking his head soon after. "Sorry, I'll go if I'm being disruptive."
[attr="class","dhh"]you can almost see the light, and then it's gone
LORELEI ACKERMANN — WWWWWW I'm flattered you'd been wanting to plot since that long ago fjksdlfjsl ;aaaa; and please, for a starting point I'm in love with the idea, thank you! Were he not handicapped by his own health, I'm sure Parallax would have tossed him into mercenary work like herself, which is a revelation he could really contemplate on the side since he's made pretty oblivious to it... not that he isn't aware it exists.
[break][break]Anyways! A discourse between these two on their similar predicaments would be fascinating to watch, albeit it sounds like it'd turn more into a one-sided lecture from Lorelei, as Wulfram right now has to have a simplistic outlook on life or else he'd probably go nuts, to his own dismay. While the question remains for how they might learn about each other's struggles to begin with, she'd have the easier time picking him out as a black sheep within Parallax and wonder why he's working with them considering how different his nature is in comparison to the corporate sharks. Your suggestion works perfectly fine for it mid-mission collateral would also make for a fun time, and if all else fails, it could place him in a situation of, "hey I did this for you guys [Parallax], now give me my meds :l" while she happens to be there. /claps
[break][break]I'm also incredibly curious as to what their relationship could be labeled as!! After seeing that Wulf is practically 100% threat-less and altruistic, mayhap they'd reach some level of "friendship" enough for her to be comfortable/let her guard down around and trust him, even if by just a little. On his end, I don't think he would see or consider her an enemy at all, 'specially if they're both just in an unfortunate circumstance and trying to get by. In fact, after spending so many hours thinking on how to describe it, I've figured the best word to be admiration for her strength, if not respect (that she'd already have). Which does make things all the more interesting for if or when he ever found out she's the former leader of Imum, it could potentially revolutionize his entire perspective. At the moment, Imum and its members have nothing but a negative connotation to him since he's only experienced a guinea pig's side of it, it would help him attribute an actual motive behind everything, and possibly even sympathize depending.
[break][break](let's not mention seeing the outcome of going full circle on Lorelei potentially realizing after her, "don't be chained down/self-betterment" spiel that the only reason he's stuck where he is now is because of Imum's excess experimentation kek).
[break][break]I have no idea if I actually contributed anything worthwhile or simply commented on everything but in short, I'm game for this to happen and see wherever it may take them!! and dwdw, it may result in my death, but I aim to try and plot with everyone and all their characters in good time. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) plot replies are the bane of my existence help me
Post by WULFRAM FRITZERIKE on Apr 8, 2018 13:06:27 GMT -6
[attr="class","darkheart"]
in the heart of the darkness,
you can feel your body shake, fear like a phantom waits.
[attr="class","dh"]He witnessed his life coming to a bitter and painful end before he saw the shadow perk up in his direction, promptly beginning to speed its way toward him. Why was he even expecting any less to happen? The yowl that followed instantly after sounded more to him like a belligerent battle cry than a playful yip, and every fiber of his being wanted only to burst into a sprint and leave as fast as he could (which, unfortunately, was not very much), but he knew quite well at this point that running only made things so much worse.
"C-calm—calm..." Accompanied by his poor attempt to calm someone down were his hands thrown up in a hasty form of self-defense, Wulfram clearly discerned now the shape and coloration of an arcanine bounding giddily across the park. By then, he could have also noticed her overly-friendly mannerism, but his mind was locked on the idea of a wild pokemon coming to maul him, a complete contrast to his statuesque posture. "Wait!" Alas, no amount of shouting would halt the ball of muddy fluff in her tracks.
Before he knew it, Wulfram was practically bowled over by the canine, an unceremonious yelp sounding out alongside his own descent backwards with her into the puddle. A typical person probably would have lived through the ordeal relatively unscathed, but fragile as the togekiss was, it left him winded and dizzy. It was all he could do to cover his face in fear of the worst, which to his surprise did not last very long when he suddenly felt relieved of the hefty mass of fur that had practically taken a seat on and covered him in mud.
After a few seconds, the man dared to peek one eye open, registering the sound of someone speaking, presumably to the arcanine, and for once he was glad for another sign of human life. Still laying in the puddle, Wulfram grimaced to himself as he took the time to catch his lost breath and spent energy, perhaps even paler than the moon. Eventually, he rolled over onto his hands and knees at the pace of a slakoth in order to pick himself off the ground, no longer having any care to avoid the water.
"Do I look remotely capable of doing 'no good'?" Sitting up, he groaned his response, a bit too disoriented to question the appropriateness of the stranger's interrogation, far too out of the blue in his opinion. "Who's asking, anyways?" It wasn't as if the park had closing hours, did it? Blue eyes shifted to the hound laying down next to him with a twinge of suspicion and guilt over his own rudeness, but sometimes he simply couldn't stop it from slipping out.
[attr="class","dhh"]you can almost see the light, and then it's gone
Post by WULFRAM FRITZERIKE on Apr 7, 2018 19:01:21 GMT -6
[attr="class","darkheart"]
in the heart of the darkness,
you can feel your body shake, fear like a phantom waits.
[attr="class","dh"]A quiet breath of crisp, midnight air filled his lungs, a refreshing change to the stifling indoors even despite the slight humidity that came from the evening's rainfall. At an hour like this, Wulfram was often sternly advised to rest, as he always needed all that he could get, but it was also one of the few moments when he was able to set aside some time for whatever he wanted to do... not that he seemed to have many desires to begin with, when all it took was a peaceful walk to satisfy him presently.
Standing beneath the dim light of a lamppost, the male's silvery hair illuminated in the dark as he stared at the starry sky, the whispered undertones of a melody escaping his lips, drifting away to be heard by none. Both arms uplifted before him, though nothing was there to occupy the space of his grasp, mimicked the poise of a violinist, his motions slow and deliberate, as if gradually composing the notes to a song on the spot.
His attention was not so captivated that he was entirely oblivious to his surroundings, however, and within a few minutes' passing, Wulfram's focus was ajar at the sound of a splash—and not just any splash, but one that carried weight to it, unlike a splash he could simply dismiss as an inconvenient act of nature. Hesitantly dropping his musical facade, his gaze scouring until he spotted a distant silhouette of a beast, rather than a man, which made some sense considering his conscious efforts to avoid other night owls who might have also decided to take a late stroll.
Slightly relieved he may have been, his nerves still frayed a bit at the sight of such a towering pokemon meandering about, especially without knowing whether it was friendly or hostile. Far be it from fact that he disliked pokemon—he preferred them over humans for sure—but when his past was littered with instances of getting hunted down or bullied by a ninetails, it was wholly instinctual for him to fear the larger (or canine) varieties now.
Realizing he had taken air for ransom, the gijinka exhaled his anxiety, and soundlessly began to shamble away, in a direction opposite to the shadow. But he only managed to get so far before he flinched at the sploosh caused by a small puddle of water under his own feet, not as loud as the other's had been, but undoubtedly no more discreet. A chill ran down his spine and, frozen to the spot, his head slowly turned back, praying he would go unnoticed, and he could escape effortlessly.
[attr="class","dhh"]you can almost see the light, and then it's gone
hope this is okay!! been forever since I've written fjkldjfdl; wulf's too blind short to see past a giant firedog /sweat [GoogleFont=Oswald][newclass=.darkheart b]color:#d15959;[/newclass][newclass=.darkheart a]font:9px/9px calibri!important;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass][newclass=.dh img]transform:rotate(45deg);[/newclass][newclass=.dhh]min-height:14px;max-height:14px;overflow:hidden;background-color:#222;color:#aaa;transition:.3s ease-in-out all;[/newclass][newclass=.darkheart:hover .dhh]background-color:#ddd;color:#444;min-height:25px;max-height:85px;[/newclass]
Post by WULFRAM FRITZERIKE on Apr 5, 2018 1:44:42 GMT -6
Hello hello, it Shrike! wish I'd found out this site got revived sooner dfjkdklgjdflk I did just join the Discord but would like to avoid posting my tag if that's okie. If I get kicked, I'll rejoin, so it's fine.
With a rarely seen sliver of softness in his icy gaze and gentle expressions of sympathy to those in need, there was no doubt a time long ago when Wulfram Fritzerike walked a wholesome life—one wherein he lived up to his man-given title as the jubilee pokemon. One wherein he was surrounded by friends and family in the bustling Hearthome City, spread laughter and luck with the brightest of smiles, chased after dreams and a fervent love of music. How long ago such a spell was or when that moment changed forevermore is a recollection that presents itself only in pieces from the countless series of unfortunate events to haunt him since then and now.
[break][break]Despite being a gijinka, the secret was easy enough to keep from the ears of dangerous individuals that his life was no less a sheltered one than an ordinary human's, though it was only natural he was raised to be cautious around people. Even so, discovery was inevitable with time, or perhaps in an ironic twist of fate, misfortune had a greater attraction to him than he imagined. What began as a slow, innocent foot set upon the road to fame in the entertainment industry became a misplaced trust in the people he worked alongside, in tandem with the vicious enemies spawned from unwanted rivalries. Before he knew it, he was kidnapped without a trace, and sold off in the underground.
[break][break]Like the many regions he was forced to traverse in his captivity, young Wulfram was passed through the hands of a small few, none any more gracious in their treatment towards him than the last, but each claiming ownership for different purposes: to exploit his abilities (or attempt, at least), to parade as a trophy, or even keep as some kind of pet. Yet of these, the worst came last, when he landed in the clutches of a Team Imum member, crazed with an obsession for gijinka research and the biology of. Thus, also being carted off to Lyeant, he was subjected to experiments aplenty, serving as project material for endless years until recently.
[break][break]When Team Imum seemingly vanished from existence, an abandoned Wulfram was left on his death throes amidst the remnants. Though a quiet retreat into solitude, away from the strife he so detested, was an earnest want with newfound freedom, his health was worn and worse for wear from years of guinea pigging, forcing a search for succor. Succor which, unfortunately, could only come from those most-versed in the world's technological advancements. Constantly wracked by illness and nigh dependent on medications to keep himself from physically falling apart, Parallax appeared to be his only viable option.
[break][break]Of course, there was no way the recently liberated gijinka could afford to appease the money-hungry organizations who could aid him, and once again he found himself bound by metaphorical collar and leash to the compromise he received: serve for the greater good of Parallax, promote their influence and growing power in the rebuilding region, and they would provide the help he needed. Though his heart is pained to choose a side and support a cause he may not necessarily agree with, what choice does he have in a matter of life or death?
[break][break]In the year following Team Imum's fall, Wulfram spent his time recovering enough to function properly on a normal basis. Once he could, so started another lifetime of servitude to maintain his health, in the only two ways he was willing and able to provide: helping others out as a nurse when he could, and re-pursuing a spot under the limelight. Though his conditions demand being a poster boy for Parallax, being able to return to his former passions has been a step up from his previous circumstances, making most of his complaints, if any, but a hushed whisper... for now, at least.
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the jubilee pokemon
One of the primary reasons Wulfram would be sought after is an innate ability to bless others, although what this blessing actually entails is a bit vague. The general populace presumes it relates to fortune and good luck, or making people feel joy, but whether this is actually within his power or a mere placebo effect is a matter of perspective in his opinion (especially since it certainly has not worked out for himself), but the invisible statistics do seem to support the idea of his presence bringing serendipity.
[break][break]Speculations aside, he does have a few practical abilities at his disposal, though he is unable to employ them as effectively as he could have in the past due to his current state of health. Some semblance of ESP and psychic prowess is a minor one, namely centered around telekinesis but also includes generating protective barriers or shields. His most desired skill of previous and prospective owners, however, is his restorative power, capable of mending injuries to a degree depending on severity and his own stamina, or temporarily easing afflictions and sickness.
[break][break]Physically speaking, Wulfram looks not so different from an ordinary human that he can easily maintain a facade (especially being disabled and weak in comparison to the ordinarily sturdy gijinka). The only notable features he carries if unhidden are his wings and capacity for flight (which is moreso a form of levitation). Tangentially is a minor proficiency in wind manipulation, in order to perform offensive maneuvers.
AGE 0-15・A child musician/singer and actor raised in Hearthome, Sinnoh, with dreams of bringing happiness through music and entertainment. His status as a gijinka was unknown to many except a select few, though in present day he makes no real efforts to hide or advertise it.[break] AGE 16-20・Someone (presumably whom he trusted, or a rival in the industry found out) leaked this information, and he was kidnapped as a teenager, promptly auctioned off in the black market. His ownership has passed through the hands of several, until he was taken by a researcher of Imum, who eventually traveled to Lyeant.[break] AGE 21-25・From then until the fall of Imum, he was studied and experimented on to the point where he is now constantly crippled by illness and weakness. He, unfortunately, could not live without Imum, and had no choice but to hastily seek medical help from Parallax when they disappeared and abandoned him.[break] AGE 26+・For roughly a year now, he has since returned to the spotlight, only begrudgingly as a poster boy for Parallax in order to repay his debts and sustain his deteriorating health. After additionally having learned some proficiency in medical arts (for both man and pokemon) from his time as a test subject, he may also play nurse in times of emergency.
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+ friendship
Whilst his exterior is a bit thorny and rough around the edges, Wulfram is inherently a gentle sweetheart, especially considering he's a togekiss. He is benevolent in everything he does, except is forced to keep a cautious outlook towards people for all that has been done to him in his history. His distant nature and obstinate (read: sassy) defense mechanisms notwithstanding, he is fairy laid-back and easy to befriend with the right amount of patience and reasonable allotment of personal space. Regardless of the person or what they have done, he tends to give his all for others, even at the cost of his own well-being.
SWORD & SHIELD Potentially also the best friend, but more simplified as the self-proclaimed bodyguard, Wulfram is an incredibly weak person, physically speaking, and oft easily taken advantage of emotionally speaking, but that hardly removes the fact he has potential pursuers, enemies, and those who would want to harm or control him. His pokemon fit the niche well, but to have a steadfast ally outside of them who would defend what little remaining happiness he fails to protect himself would be absolutely precious.[break][break]
FAMILIAR FACES Despite living the later half of his life in captivity, he did lead a fairly fulfilling childhood prior, so it would be no surprise for him to have old friends, family, rivals, and other miscellanies whom still remember or wonder whatever happened to Wulfram. The fact that he's popped up once again as an artist might help or prompt them to seek him out, too. He really isn't all that hard to locate.[break][break]
THE MANAGEMENT Being in the entertainment industry, it's certain for Wulfram to have some kind of manager/producer to keep his agenda on task (or chase him down when he goes on a stroll to avoid responsibilities). This can be an entirely neutral relationship as well, but it would nice to have yet another friend in the mix. Alternatively, it could be the same manager from his past, which branches into wholesome reunions or more (darker) options such as being the one who ratted him out to the black marketers.[break][break]
PAPARAZZI He isn't famous or well-known (yet?), but he's bound to have some fans (rivals, etc.) from past, present, and future, so I might as well shed a few details on what exactly he does. His forte lies in composing and making music, sometimes for others, with a large preference in classical/orchestral/instrumental (violin/piano, mostly), but he has versatility in other genres. He can and does sing every now and then (typically with a guitar) as well. Beyond music, he might dabble in acting, but it's fairly rare (his only involvement was during childhood thus far), while others try coercing him into modeling (he doesn't, because he has too many scars, not to mention wings). What surprises people the most (due to his outward emotionlessness) or is little-known is that since his return, he has picked up voice acting.[break][break]
DOCTOR, DOCTOR With his own body in hot shambles, I feel that Wulfram would have his own personal doctor/physician, and a legitimate one he could actually trust to take care of him this time. Logically, they would likely be a part of Parallax as well and assigned to him, but for tasty plot developments, I'd have no objections if he found a(nother) doctor outside of Parallax capable of saving him, from both his illnesses and Parallax.
+ hateship
For Wulfram to hate someone is a rare occurrence, as he is inclined to forgive people more than forget, though he does and has been made aware that some people are flat-out irredeemable, and responds to such as necessary. When his buttons get pushed, or his anxieties flare, he may brandish an unflattering attitude that earns him more dislike and misunderstanding than intended. Thus, he definitely cannot be lauded as someone who is always in everyone's good graces, but he would never actively go out of his way to earn/spread contempt or bring harm to others.
IN SHACKLES The first person to purchase Wulfram when he was captured and auctioned off as a teen. I imagine they would be from Alola, or at least has been there, as they are the one who gave him Schafer to serve as a watchdog. Their motive or use for him can be whatever. Alternatively, in some manner, violent or mercantile, others have managed to nab Wulfram as their own from the previous throughout time. Likewise, the details are more open for any of these, though I only intend to permit maybe three to four total (including the first). The very last one, however, must be a member of Team Imum, who either gave him up to experiments, or is the one who performed on him for years.[break][break]
TEAM IMUM Against his will or not, Wulfram technically was a member of Imum for at least 4-5 years, so he's bound to know a few names and faces (forgetting some is also plausible). Some of them might even have sympathized or became friends with him, but I figure most would be at odds with him, at least in his perspective. Maybe there are ex-Imum (researchers, namely) who want to take him back, or he came to know sensitive (or personal) information that they can't risk leaking?[break][break]
FOR SCIENCE Putting Imum aside, Wulfram is (or was) actually a fairly powerful gijinka with a lot of potential/capabilities. I might even say he has more pokemon qualities to him than human. Though the fact itself of his being a gijinka is not too widely known, the information could still be out there, or could be revealed to any prospective researchers in pursuit of knowledge. People in general who want to capture him for their own reasons, really, though it seems like it would mostly consist of those from his past. But it all goes right here.
+ loveship
Honestly, anything from the above could turn into a romance (if there's a will, there's a way?), so this is open to whatever. I do prefer to see how things play out in-character (considering the things I plan go in a completely opposite direction more than half the time), but feel free to give a heads up or throw plot bunnies just for me to keep in mind.
OLD SQUEEZES It'd be unsurprising for Wulfram to have had at least one or two love interests in his past. Obviously if they're "old" they probably didn't work out for one reason or another; work took more of his attention, he was too giving to others... or perhaps his abduction may have left a relationship without any official closure?
Post by WULFRAM FRITZERIKE on Jan 31, 2017 2:39:38 GMT -6
[attr="class","remembrance"]
KINGSMAN
[attr="class","rmbrw"]I knock the ice from my bones, try not to feel the cold.
For a moment, he worried that the fluster of an introduction messed him up enough for the stranger to suspect him, and wiping his face of the scratches he'd sustained, stared to the ground in thought. "Barely," He moused quietly, finding the other's demeanor much more composed than anticipated—determined, even. "It's all a blur... A man? With dark hair," Very vaguely, he described simple traits from the same person he'd pilfered from, putting forth a visual struggle to clear the hazy memory.
He grimaced a bit as his wrist was seized shortly afterward, meeting a gaze of intensity, though he couldn't read what exactly it was directed at: his credibility, or the threat provided by his story. Either way, Faiz hadn't planned on trying to part ways with the man in the first place, staving his instinct to resist and instead taking on a look of trepidation. "What?" Of all the events he planned for, this was not among them. "You're going after him?"
The seviper swore in his head at the prospect of encountering a hero type. His goal was returning to the city, even if he had to do it with his newfound companion. "But I have to go back," He urged, already knowing the odds were stacked against him in the decision. "It's not safe." They were going to roam the forest in hopes of finding a phantom thief. Staring at the hold on his arm, it occurred to him that the man had said "protocol." Meaning he must be some kind of cop rather than the average do-gooder. Just his luck.
An unsettled stomach made him frown, but eventually Faiz would answer, stepping away from the tree in being forced to follow the man. "No," For now, compliance was key, or so he hoped. For better or worse, he'd put all of his pokemon away beforehand to make his fib more believable in protecting them, but that could put him in a bind if battling arose.
"I was only traveling down the way when I something tackled me down." Staring at the stationed vikavolt, his look expressed remorseful dejection, as if recalling something terrible. Though, rather than stemming from the fictional engagement, in private he was just miffed about the way things were turning out. "In a panicked scuffle I managed to knock him off, but I bolted as soon as I got the chance."
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Post by WULFRAM FRITZERIKE on Jan 17, 2017 8:45:18 GMT -6
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KINGSMAN
[attr="class","rmbrw"]I knock the ice from my bones, try not to feel the cold.
Though virtually soundless by manner of flight, what Faiz first laid eyes upon was a pokemon, its movements against the still life picture of his view not hard to pinpoint. Fortunately, it kept its distance from him just as he preferred, and as he questioned the better hope that it was merely a wild pokemon whose curiosity was piqued, his gaze lowered, traveling towards a voice that followed to answer it negatively.
Emerging from the entanglements was a man roughly around his age, or so it seemed, and promptly responding to his ploy without notable suspicions. Loosening his tightened poise by a marginal degree, a sigh of relief escaped him at the presentation of an ally rather than an enemy, as though he had been anticipating for the latter to appear (which he knew in reality, would not). Still, the reassuring implication of his goodwill was not enough for the poacher to let his guard down just yet.
"No—no! I'm fine, I'll be fine," Holding out a disoriented hand, he gestured for the stranger to cease the hunt for his pokegear. One person was already a pain to deal with; getting more involved was the last thing he wanted. "But my pokemon," His breathing evened out as he continued, he learned that keeping eye contact was usually the easiest way to gain others' trust but it appeared to work against him this time. Before he could finish pulling the wool over it, the man threw an unexpected curve ball into his calculations; a question which inconspicuously placed his jaw on lock even as his facade maintained its victimized state, now with added confusion.
Withholding an immediate answer, Faiz was in genuine thought. Something about the other struck him as prevalent, but he couldn't put his finger to it and whether it was due to a personal encounter or having seem his image elsewhere. That aside, anyone who was familiar with him never boded fortune on his side—an enemy, a business partner, a directive from his superiors—denizens who drove him deeper into the dark. "Well, I can't say I know you..." But that wasn't for sure, the uncertainty enveloping him with concern.
"Ah!" He wouldn't let it stop him, however, because if the man didn't know either, his deception could still be put into motion. "But before that, we have to get out of here!" He urged with a grimace, chancing a nervous glance at their surroundings as well as the nearby vikavolt, "I was attacked earlier—I think they're after my pokemon."
Post by WULFRAM FRITZERIKE on Jan 13, 2017 7:13:20 GMT -6
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KINGSMAN
[attr="class","rmbrw"]I knock the ice from my bones, try not to feel the cold.
In stark contrast to the illuminated beauty of the jungle, he was a hasted mess as he ran through the brush, ducking beneath the overhung branches and bounding over twisted roots. A couple of faint grazes, traced by tiny beads of blood marked his cheeks - deliberate wounds of self-infliction for reasons yet known. In spite of the urgency his darting form and shortness of breath would suggest, the expression he carried was stoic, frighteningly focused upon something unseen.
This pace continued for several minutes, if not more, until his feet would gradually pull to a stop, surrounded only by the ambiance of nature. Eyes flitted about as air refilled his lungs, and Faiz would deem he had covered a good enough distance for now, his attention drifting below to the source of his escapade. Clutched tightly in his hand was a pokeball, and one not originally belonging to him.
Though his stay in Lyeant hadn't been long, the poacher was quick to learn of the Springs as an advantageous place for him to hunt: a quick route to Irisia, and familiar terrain. If he wasn't after wild pokemon, it was often not too difficult to sneak up on unsuspecting adventurer, knock them out and lift their possessions, as he had just done moments ago. He suspected it would be some time before his victim would awaken to give chase, but never liked stalling nevertheless. The sooner he got to a city, the better.
After confirming his quarry had been secured, he stowed the stolen pokeball away. He stopped in his tracks, hearing rustles amidst the foliage. It could have been anything: a wild pokemon, a person, a trick of the wind. "Hello?" His voice softly calling out of caution, Faiz crossed an arm to grasp at his shoulder, leaning against the nearest tree for support just in case. "Is anyone there? I need... help." Feigning weakness was not ever a tactic he preferred to use, but that didn't change its success rate when used appropriately.
Tensed defensively, the seviper waited for any signs of life, and hostile or not, mentally began to envision reactions for whatever scenario would present itself.
[attr="class","rmbrn2"]prob not the best, but we rollin' in the deep. lmk if I should change anything!![GoogleFont=Kreon|Inknut Antiqua][newclass=.remembrance b]color:#af4343;font-family:kreon;[/newclass][newclass=.rmbrw]position:absolute;z-index:25;[/newclass][newclass=.rmbrn]overflow:hidden;text-align:center;border:1px solid #ddd;background-color:#fefefe;border-radius:100px;margin-right:5px;font:bold 16px/16px kreon;[/newclass][newclass=.rmbrn2]padding:6px;text-align:left;letter-spacing:1px;font:8px/9px calibri;text-transform:uppercase;position:absolute;max-width:0px;max-height:0px;overflow:hidden;margin-bottom:-20px;background-color:#333;border:1px solid #111;color:#aaa;opacity:0;transition:.3s ease-in-out all;[/newclass][newclass=.rmbrn2 a]font:8px/9px calibri;[/newclass][newclass=.rmbrn:hover .rmbrn2]max-width:200px;max-height:100px;overflow:auto;opacity:1;[/newclass][newclass=.remembrance ::-webkit-scrollbar]width:1px;background-color:#020202;[/newclass][newclass=.remembrance ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#C2BB74;border-radius:5px;[/newclass]
Post by WULFRAM FRITZERIKE on Jan 13, 2017 4:43:50 GMT -6
[attr="class","snakerep"]@mercer
ooh okaokay I see!! So he's nothing too much atypical from what Faiz normally deals with, but that push to stop being so passive incidentally makes a huge difference? ?? Overall (mayhap) a criminal mentorship almost, not for the greatest of things maybe, but a mentorship nevertheless.
tbh I feel like Faiz in stubborn denial about it, along with being pitied, so I keep imagining him curiously tailing Mercer around like a puppy until he gets angry and snaps at him to quit following and he's just, "I'm not following, I'm going this way too. >(" #2tsun4me
I HAVE TO ADMIT, my inner Faiz tells me he may get unconsciously attached to Mercer as a result like the fool he is, so we'll have to see what happens about that ; w ; (lowkey senses abandonment issues fml why this).
I'm totes down for that proposal as well, hoho - Faiz actually doesn't normally interacts with clients/buyers, someone else tends to tell him what he's doing or looking for and he just gets the job done, so having him confront one in person would be an interesting/awkward mess, I'm sure.[GoogleFont=Kreon][newclass=.snakerep b]color:#BA61B3;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:1px;font-size:8px;[/newclass][newclass=.snakerep a]font:10px kreon;letter-spacing:2px;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass][newclass=.snakerep ::-webkit-scrollbar]width:1px;background-color:#020202;[/newclass][newclass=.snakerep ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#C2BB74;border-radius:5px;[/newclass]
Ooh yea, leaving it to surprise sounds like a good way to go, then. It also just occurred to me that if James would ever consider a need for a bodyguard or something (if he doesn't already have one), Faiz might also offer himself up for that.
The suspense over what'll happen with his implicit betrayal is killin' me though omh. And if they ever go beyond fake friend/acquaintanceship, would provide hefty development about whether he's trying to make amends because he actually wants to be friends, or is just desperately keeping it together for the sake of his job. Like you say, it all depends! \o/
That said, yes I'd love to thread! c: Somehow. Once I scrounge up an idea for it, I'll be happy to start it, but if you come across your own idea (or I take too long), feel free to take the wheel! [GoogleFont=Kreon][newclass=.snakerep b]color:#BA61B3;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:1px;font-size:8px;[/newclass][newclass=.snakerep a]font:10px kreon;letter-spacing:2px;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass][newclass=.snakerep ::-webkit-scrollbar]width:1px;background-color:#020202;[/newclass][newclass=.snakerep ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#C2BB74;border-radius:5px;[/newclass]
all right, sounds like a plan!! And yes, he's had the wonderful privilege of working under TR for a fairly long time - eight or nine years at the minimum. But even so, their past meeting could have gone in either direction; maybe it was just an innocent and brief encounter of juvenile boyz, or in the case of getting involved with poaching schemes, something that let Faiz especially stand out to Tyson's memory (which isn't that hard), as he likely wouldn't have been by himself.
Either way, I leave it up to you about whether Tyson learned back then that he's a Rocket member and how, since both encounters don't have to explicitly label him as Rocket. surprises are gr9 <4
Of the two ideas, a crimestopping attempt would probably be a better way to start and get to know more about mister paragon of justice, since Faiz stumbling across a stranger getting scammed wouldn't give him any motivation to intervene. So yea, get ready fo' that thrilla! I'll try to cook up a thread asap, and we can continue hashing out their backstory. Here or in-thread, really, 'cos depending on how long ago it was, maybe they only vaguely remember one another anyways until something pulls the trigger and BAM "OH UR DAT BOII" :3c
are you sure you didn't mean "bite by snakey bite," I mean...[GoogleFont=Kreon][newclass=.snakerep b]color:#BA61B3;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:1px;font-size:8px;[/newclass][newclass=.snakerep a]font:10px kreon;letter-spacing:2px;[/newclass][newclass=.snakerep ::-webkit-scrollbar]width:1px;background-color:#020202;[/newclass][newclass=.snakerep ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#C2BB74;border-radius:5px;[/newclass]
Post by WULFRAM FRITZERIKE on Jan 10, 2017 1:10:33 GMT -6
[attr="class","snakerep"]@mercer
GURL I'M SHOOK + NEED TO SEE THESE TWO FUCK SHIT UP TOGETHER. CRIMINALS GOTTA HANG OUT AND ALL THAT GOOD STUFF. No really tbqh, and feel free to correct me if I'm wrong after all is said and done, but I actually feel like Mercer would be, in some light, a good influence on Faiz, without even trying and just by being himself. Yes, Mercer. beLIEVE IT.
With Mercer being ex-Imum, I'm assuming he's all for pokemon liberation against "corrupt" trainers, and I'd say Faiz is a perfect example of someone in need of liberation. Despite being a gijinka, he acts a lot like a pokemon more than a person, and has basically been a tool all his life. Even worse is, he thinks that's normal. If you think it's right up Mercer's alley, I'd love to see him slap some sense into his doormat self and tell him he's his own person (and hey, if it works out, you get a fellow criminal and poison dealer on your side wth).
Or maybe Mercer'd just wanna use him, too, since he's one of few who don't have a problem with or won't judge him for his wanton murder and more murder. idk dude, it's your call.
Considering it would be difficult to figure out his gijinka status from the get-go, the two would probably start off on the wrong foot, with Mercer thinking he's just another despicable trainer who abuses pokemon. I haven't considered how they could go about meeting, but Faiz is pretty new to the region, so there are plenty of ways to get lost in the underworld and stumble across one another's paths, I'll bet. Maybe we could Faiz doing Rocket things with a NPC, Mercer attacks them both 'cos wynaut, and after seeing the way Faiz gets treated, he could pry into it and things hit off from there?
tl;dr u could show him the road to self-actualization by being a haughty, smug terrorist.
I'm p sure 99% of this turned out to be inarticulate ramblings, but I hope it made some sense! *^* lmk your thoughts![GoogleFont=Kreon][newclass=.snakerep b]color:#BA61B3;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:1px;font-size:8px;[/newclass][newclass=.snakerep a]font:10px kreon;letter-spacing:2px;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass][newclass=.snakerep ::-webkit-scrollbar]width:1px;background-color:#020202;[/newclass][newclass=.snakerep ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#C2BB74;border-radius:5px;[/newclass]
The abrupt politeness of his was not meant to be a front, as Wulfram tended to be cordial under most circumstances so as to not cause upset. But he would admit it probably felt a bit contrasted and fake this time, if in part because he had been caught off-guard by Diana and lost his bearings. The blond's consistent smirking throughout all this wasn't helping to make him look very reputable, either, but luckily, and almost predictably of him, upkeeping the now-awkward pleasantries would be no further requirement.
For a moment, he worried that the fluster of an introduction messed him up enough for the stranger to suspect him, and wiping his face of the scratches he'd sustained, stared to the ground in thought. "Barely," He moused quietly, finding the other's demeanor much more composed than anticipated—determined, even. "It's all a blur... A man? With dark hair," Very vaguely, he described simple traits from the same person he'd pilfered from, putting forth a visual struggle to clear the hazy memory.
